Bulbul Isabella (ATHIYA)
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FRACTURED SELF
🕑 Added 2025-01-02 07:27:53 +0000 UTCLast year, on this same day, I found myself in a state of deep confusion, capturing these self-portraits as a way to make sense of the chaos within me. I was exhausted, weighed down by the emotional crises I could no longer navigate.
My soul was trapped, unable to escape the haunting memories of constantly moving from country to country, always struggling to connect with others. I felt like a stranger to myself, as though the lands I had lived in and the people around me had stolen the power to define who I was. I was losing touch with my identity, becoming alien to my own being.
There were habits I desperately wanted to break, yet they clung to me, stubborn and immovable. My own self seemed to be at war with me, refusing to cooperate. I could not deny that, in so many ways, I was my own contradiction.
Life felt empty, devoid of purpose, like I was wandering aimlessly through a clearing with no path forward. This aimlessness began to reek of decay, as though I was carrying a corpse within me. I asked myself the most fundamental questions: What is my path? Am I alive? Do I truly exist?
These questions, and the search for answers, felt painfully familiar. I had been here before, searching for myself countless times, burdened by the emptiness rising within me. But this time, I realized something profound: finding myself would not be easy.
I had to face myself with care.
I had to soothe my aching soul.
I had to embrace the version of me that felt lost and fragile.
As I stared at my empty face in these self-portraits, I had to believe that this body—this vessel—held the power to create meaning, even in a world that felt so meaningless. Slowly, clarity began to emerge.
I realized that my path isn’t something I need to find. It is something I am creating. With every step,
I am evolving.
I am living.
I am becoming.
(P.S.) These photos may not be perfectly polished; they are shaken, some blurred, and filled with motion. My hands trembled as I touched the camera that day, struggling to steady myself. I hesitated to even look at my face. Now, I see these photos as a raw expression of the emotions I felt in that moment—a reflection of my turmoil and vulnerability.
Comments
Beetlejuice_muc
Perfect body. i wish, i could take those pictures from you …
Anup Alexander
Love the vibes
